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chaperone on the trip, Ms. Watson, had gone back to the mainland early with a sick kid. She’d probably started the search party about ten minutes after we didn’t show up on time. It was just taking a while to find us, that was all. For one thing, thanks to our own stupidity (see Decision 5B above), we were probably miles and miles from where anyone expected us to be. In addition to that there was some kind of weird wind pattern over the Esparcir Islands that made it dangerous to fly a helicopter over most of the chain, so all the searching would have to be done via boat. When you considered that the hurricane had probably set things back at least a couple of days, it was no surprise that it was taking a while to track us down.
    But rescue was coming. No doubt about it How could Kenny even question that? Did he think Ms. Watson, our parents, and everybody else was just going to give up on us?
    Kenny shrugged. “Okay Just wondering.”
    Rolling my eyes, I brushed past him and hurried out of the cave. Outside I squinted as my eyes readjusted to the bright sunlight. When I could see again, I checked my watch. It had stopped, probably because I’d forgotten to take it off earlier when I went for my morning swim in the lagoon. Oh well.
    Deciding that a little early was better than a little late, I started walking briskly up the beach toward the jungle. My stomach was doing a funny little Mexican-jumping-bean sort of thing, kind of like it does after I eat a whole tub of popcorn and then go on the Rock-’n’-Roller Coaster three times in a row at the boardwalk back home. I took a few deep breaths as I walked, trying to calm myself down.
    â€œDani! Yo, wait up!”
    Glancing over my shoulder in mid inhale, I saw Ryan waving wildly as; he raced toward me. Swallowing a sigh, I turned and waited to see what he wanted, wondering if Josh might have sent him with a message or something.
    Ryan skidded to a stop in front of me, still all sweaty and red faced from the coconutball game. “Hey” he said, grinning. “What’s up? You ran away pretty fast after the game.”
    I shrugged. “I guess.”
    â€œIt was a good game, wasn’t it? You were showing some pretty fancy moves out there.” He danced around a little, pretending to fling an imaginary coconut toward an equally imaginary hoop. “If Mr. T hadn’t accidentally passed the ball to Brooke like three times in a row, we might’ve won.”
    â€œMaybe next time,” I said, trying to hide my impatience. “Listen, Ryan. I’ve got to—”
    â€œHey!” he interrupted. “I almost forgot to tell you. This morning I caught three of those fish you like so much.”
    â€œFish?” I said blankly. “What fish?”
    â€œThose reddish-colored ones. Don’t you remember?” He leaned a little closer, peering into my face. “Yesterday at lunch you said they tasted better than the other kind. Anyway, I guess the hurricane must’ve stirred them up or something, because I barely had to put the hook in the water when
bam!
They were, like, practically fighting each other to grab the bait….”
    He rambled on eagerly for a few more minutes, punctuatinghis fishing story with lots of fish imitations and other miscellaneous jumping around. I did my best to stay out of the way of his flailing limbs, wondering when he was going to shut up. Didn’t he know I had somewhere important to be?
    No, I reminded myself. He didn’t. And I didn’t want him to know either. So I just stood there, letting the seconds slide by and trying not to reach out and strangle him.
    â€œWell, okay,” I said when he finally paused for breath. “Lunch will be ready soon, so before then I guess I’ll go and—”
    â€œOh! Speaking of lunch, did you notice anything funny about our chefs today?” Ryan waggled his eyebrows and grinned.
    I glanced over my shoulder.